Soft, rough, dry, every things mixed into one thing, sand. A man half-Human and half-Vulcan awaken from his unconscious condition as he felt his back in sore. He struggled to stand up, unfortunately his legs were too swollen to stand.
“Are you fine, pointy-eared sir?” he heard someone asked him. He felt that he know that voice who belong to. He looked up and he met a boy with messed blonde hair and blue eyes. Spock felt he didn’t strange with that boy. He knows the boy. “Captain?” He called the little boy.
The boy laughed as he heard what Spock said. Not a long time for laugh, he grinned. “Sorry, sir? I’m not ‘captain’ but I am James Tiberius Kirk or please call me Jim.”
“Captain, why your body transferred to be an unusual size of your age?”
“Dude, I’m not a captain, okay? I’m Jim and I’m in my body now!” the boy frowned. Spock raised his eyebrows little bit, make sure that Jim wouldn’t realize it. “I apologize, Jim. What time on stardate it is?”
“2246.0159, pointy sir!” young Jim grinned.